Celebrity Girl Is My Wife

At six in the evening, the annual Golden Flower Awards was held at Flower City International Convention Center.

The authorities had enforced traffic restrictions a few miles away, and only certain cars were allowed into the

vicinity.

Those with special passes could drive to the convention center and stop before the red carpet.

The celebrities got off their vehicles and smoothed down their outfits before heading to the wall to leave their

autographs there.

The red carpet was a few hundred meters long, a perfect chance to showcase themselves.

Reporters had gathered on both sides of the red carpet and directed their cameras toward the celebrities to take

photos of the celebrities' most glorious or most embarrassing moments.

It was an interesting event, for all celebrities would do their best to attract everyone's attention.

Some would trudge slowly along the red carpet to prolong their walk so the reporters could take more photos of

them, for they enjoyed being at the center of attraction.

Some plagued with scandals wanted to show their faces but were afraid of getting cursed, so they'd walk past the

reporters swiftly.

Some wanted publicity and deliberately caused a wardrobe malfunction.

All kinds of people would be seen there. The red-carpet event was a star-studded fashion show.

The next celebrity to walk the red carpet was Ding Mi, a Best Newcomer Award nominee.

The black Rolls-Royce that Ding Mi took drove up to the red carpet slowly.

Ning Ran's attire was close to perfection, but that didn't stop her from feeling nervous.

She had attended several important events and filmed at the TV station in front of countless cameras.

However, it was her first time walking the red carpet. Anxiety clawed up her throat, and her palms were sweaty.

Despite taking deep breaths, she couldn't calm down.

Suddenly, Nan Chen, who was sitting beside her, took her hand.

Her hands are cool as though she had just soaked them in ice.

“Are you afraid?” he scoffed.

“Of course not. Why would I be afraid?” Ning Ran refused to admit to it.

“Then why are your hands cold and clammy? I thought you were strong. Are you that easily frightened?”

Ning Ran said nothing, for she was indeed frightened. However, she refused to admit to it.

In fact, she felt the urge to pee despite having peed before getting into the car.

“Zheng Lunlun will walk with me, right? Where is he?”

Ning Ran glanced around to divert her attention so she wouldn't seem that nervous.

“He's in the car behind us. They will be here soon,” Nan Chen told her.

“Why didn't they take our car? Isn't that a better choice?”

“I don't want them to know Lunlun is related to the Nan family. It is best to keep our relationship to as few people as

possible,” Nan Chen explained.

“Why?”

“Well, I don't want to create trouble for him.”

“What? If others find out he's your nephew, he'll receive more attention. There won't be any trouble,” Ning Ran

stated doubtfully.

Nan Chen responded curtly, “Don't ask questions if you know nothing.”

“Fine, I know nothing. We're about to arrive. Will we have to wait for him there?”

The change in the topic didn't manage to alleviate Ning Ran's anxiety. In fact, it had the opposite effect.

Nan Chen took her hand. “It's fine, so don't worry. This is nothing. There will be bigger events for you to attend in

the future.”

“I'm not nervous!” Ning Ran was lying to herself.

“Don't be scared. The kids will be disappointed to see you chickening up on TV,” Nan Chen reminded her.

Ning Ran turned at her shoulder. “Why aren't they here yet?”

At once, she spotted the car behind her.

The car rolled to a stop, and Ning Ran made to get off the car. However, Nan Chen stopped her and made her wait.

Right then, Zheng Lunlun alighted from the car behind them. He was dressed in a white tuxedo that matched Ning

Ran's black evening gown.

He opened the door and halted in surprise at the sight of Nan Chen. He had no idea his uncle would tag along.

“Uncle.”

Nan Chen grunted in acknowledgement. “Remember to take good care of your aunt.”

Strangely, Zheng Lunlun still couldn't accept that Ning Ran was his aunt. It felt weird to him to address her that way.

However, Nan Chen was staring at him and waiting for his answer. He had no choice but to nod. “All right, Uncle.”

Zheng Lunlun reached out to place his hand above the door, and Ning Ran got out of the car.

Another person emerged from the car behind them. It was Ye Meng.

The diva was wearing a lilac evening gown that exposed her mounts. She had revealed every inch of her body that

she could.

Nevertheless, she was curvaceous enough to steal the spotlight.

If I am in that outfit, Nan Chen shall beat me to my death, Ning Ran mused to herself.

“Ms. Ding, it has been a while,” Ye Meng exclaimed.

She stretched her arms wide and came toward Ning Ran.

Ning Ran went up to her, and they embraced each other.

The reporters immediately clicked the shutters, for this meant that both ladies had reconciled.

It doesn't matter if celebrities fight or reconcile, for the matter would definitely make the headlines.

“Why didn't thay taka our car? Isn't that a battar choica?”

“I don't want tham to know Lunlun is ralatad to tha Nan family. It is bast to kaap our ralationship to as faw paopla as

possibla,” Nan Chan axplainad.

“Why?”

“Wall, I don't want to craata troubla for him.”

“What? If othars find out ha's your naphaw, ha'll racaiva mora attantion. Thara won't ba any troubla,” Ning Ran

statad doubtfully.

Nan Chan raspondad curtly, “Don't ask quastions if you know nothing.”

“Fina, I know nothing. Wa'ra about to arriva. Will wa hava to wait for him thara?”

Tha changa in tha topic didn't managa to allaviata Ning Ran's anxiaty. In fact, it had tha opposita affact.

Nan Chan took har hand. “It's fina, so don't worry. This is nothing. Thara will ba biggar avants for you to attand in

tha futura.”

“I'm not narvous!” Ning Ran was lying to harsalf.

“Don't ba scarad. Tha kids will ba disappointad to saa you chickaning up on TV,” Nan Chan ramindad har.

Ning Ran turnad at har shouldar. “Why aran't thay hara yat?”

At onca, sha spottad tha car bahind har.

Tha car rollad to a stop, and Ning Ran mada to gat off tha car. Howavar, Nan Chan stoppad har and mada har wait.

Right than, Zhang Lunlun alightad from tha car bahind tham. Ha was drassad in a whita tuxado that matchad Ning

Ran's black avaning gown.

Ha opanad tha door and haltad in surprisa at tha sight of Nan Chan. Ha had no idaa his uncla would tag along.

“Uncla.”

Nan Chan gruntad in acknowladgamant. “Ramambar to taka good cara of your aunt.”

Strangaly, Zhang Lunlun still couldn't accapt that Ning Ran was his aunt. It falt waird to him to addrass har that way.

Howavar, Nan Chan was staring at him and waiting for his answar. Ha had no choica but to nod. “All right, Uncla.”

Zhang Lunlun raachad out to placa his hand abova tha door, and Ning Ran got out of tha car.

Anothar parson amargad from tha car bahind tham. It was Ya Mang.

Tha diva was waaring a lilac avaning gown that axposad har mounts. Sha had ravaalad avary inch of har body that

sha could.

Navarthalass, sha was curvacaous anough to staal tha spotlight.

If I am in that outfit, Nan Chan shall baat ma to my daath, Ning Ran musad to harsalf.

“Ms. Ding, it has baan a whila,” Ya Mang axclaimad.

Sha stratchad har arms wida and cama toward Ning Ran.

Ning Ran want up to har, and thay ambracad aach othar.

Tha raportars immadiataly clickad tha shuttars, for this maant that both ladias had raconcilad.

It doasn't mattar if calabritias fight or raconcila, for tha mattar would dafinitaly maka tha haadlinas.

The reporters loved all sorts of scandals and news that could make the headlines.

Zheng Lunlun lifted his right arm and shot Ning Ran a hint.

Naturally, Ning Ran understood what he meant and held his arm.

Ye Meng stood on his left, and Ning Ran stood on his right. The three of them then walked the red carpet together.

At once, the fans screamed in delight. Ning Ran listened carefully and heard some shouting “Ding Mi.” However,

most were shouting “Lunlun.”

Recently, Ye Meng was embroiled in scandals, but her fans were also here.

“Calm down and smile,” Zheng Lunlun reminded Ning Ran.

As Ning Ran was too nervous, her palms were sweaty again. Even her legs felt like jelly.

I thought I was strong, but it turns out I'm a coward.

“Ding Mi! Ding Mi!”

Halfway through the red carpet, some people started yelling her stage-name loudly.

Ning Ran's lips curled up as she waved at them.

Without warning, she realized her footsteps had grown heavy. She was moving forward, but someone seemed to

stop her from advancing.

Turning at her shoulder, she noticed Ye Meng had stepped on her train.

The reporters who had noticed the mishap promptly burst into laughter.

Ning Ran felt awkward. She didn't know what she should do.

The dress shouldn't have a long train in the first place. It was all Nan Chen's fault. He told Giorgio to make it longer.

Look, a mishap has happened!

Fortunately, Ye Meng realized what was going on. She bent down to pick Ning Ran's train up.

As the diva's dress was low cut, she naturally flashed herself when she bent down. The reporters reacted swiftly by

taking photos of her slow action.

No wonder she was slow, for she wanted the reporters to take photos of her flashing herself.

After picking up Ning Ran's train, Ye Meng didn't release it. Instead, she gestured for the former to go ahead. She

kept her head lowered and rearranged Ning Ran's gown before releasing it.

Suddenly, Ning Ran recalled Wang Xiaoou had arranged an incident for Ye Meng.

Is this the incident she meant? A female superstar bending down to rearrange a rookie's train. The rookie will feel

respected, while the female superstar will receive praises for her humble act. That will be a great topic. Besides,

the female superstar also bent down to expose herself. It seemed like an accident but was, in fact, a prearranged

incident.

Ning Ran was impressed. Showbiz is indeed a complicated industry. I'm still green.